My Song

I was sitting at the table when I heard you sing
It was such a beautiful thing
The sound made my eardrums dance
My heart didn’t have a chance
Then that sound became my song
When it played, nothing could go wrong
Then I found you were just a mocking bird
Playing the same tune I’ve always heard
Now I beg you to take off, to take flight
That is why I am alone tonight.





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PJD17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 20, 2011 at 9:33 pm
this is so good i really loved this keep up the great work  if you have time could you please check out and comment on my poem what if we were a Dream i would really really appreciate the feedback
 
erincatherine replied...
May 22, 2011 at 2:05 am

im glad you liked it (: i will definately check your poem out 

 

 
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